Anyone else got some backstories?

this is only looking back, rather than planned from the start, but here goes.

Looking up at the 9mm being waved at her, Rose wondered why she took the job...
It'd been an old record in a production plant that led her so far from her own posting with the followers; the shipping records on a certain Platinum chip.

whether it could be decrypted or not, the top scientists they could contact had agreed it could Not be left for the NCR, Legion, or House himself to find or use.
That just left the task of Finding it, and if it weren't for an old... Friend, in the Mojave express couriers, it would probably have been too late.

They needed someone who could get the job, and survive well enough to get back with the chip. there were lots of possible candidates, but not many
willing to travel alone in an area they had such a small presence in. In the end, Rose was the only one willing to go that could be spared from their current tasks.

...putting on the old Mercenary gear she had from before she became a follower, she headed for the Mojave.

Everything had gone well for a time, she got the chip, and was just headed to the Old Mormon Fort to report in when Benny and his goons showed up.

One bullet later, and minus her place in the followers thanks to failing the most important mission she'd ever been given And losing most of what she learned from them with that 9mm round, Revenge is her plan.
With a, thanks to the stuff she Does remember, fully repaired Eyebot, and a retired sniper with his own score to settle in tow, she heads to Vegas... if she succeeds, maybe she'll be allowed to return.

My Character is going to become the president...

Before the bombs dropped, Bwilderbeast was pizza delivery boy by day, RPG player by night. When the war started he was at the computer in his parents basemant where he was knocked into a coma by a limited edition action falling from a shelf.

Thankfully a life time on a preservative rich diet kept him intact until he finally awoke to the post-apo world where he found his skill set perfect for a world that needed couriers with an ability to operate a pip-boy under pressure.

The mass of muscle and sinew awoke and sat suddenly upright.

"You're awake, h-" he heard from somewhere in front of him. Just a fraction of a sentence before he instinctivly snapped the good doctor's neck as if it were nothing at all.

After collecting what provisions he could and packaging all of the freshly slaughtered meat, the beast made his way to the front door.

He threw it open and gingerly made his first steps into a world that would soon learn to fear him.

Character back story:

Character name: Gug

Born a tribal in a village south of the Mojave, Gug was never the smartest. Actually, his intelligence was often regarded as "slightly dumber than a rock". However, for as dumb as Gug was, it was more than offset by his incredible strength, endurance, and ironically, his luck. "You have to be lucky to be that dumb and not accidentally eat yourself", regarded the village elder. As a child, Gug would spend his day staring off into space mindlessly while drooling on himself. Many of the villagers believed that his sub human level of intelligence could be blamed on his mother's getting stung by a bark scorpion when she was pregnant with him.

Due to his stupidity, Gug could only do manual labor and obey simple commands such as "pick that up" "Put thing there" or "No chew moo moos" when he would attempt to gnaw on the leg of one of the village Brahmin. When faced with complex problems, Gug's only means of solving them was to hit them with something, whether it be his fists or a crude club he carried with him.

Everyone though Gug was hopeless, that he would wander as a mindless mute for the rest of his days, whose only use would to be a bipedal beast of burden. Then, one day, when he was 13, Gug spoke his first words. "Gug hungry". His parents, as well as the villagers within earshot, stood awe struck. They stared at Gug in sheer amazement as he spoke again. "Gug poop". Granted, these were hardly the musings of a poet or the rehtoric of a philosopher, but considering it took him 13 years to learn how to even speak, it gave the village hope that Gug would be at least all right in his life.

Life was going smooth for Gug, at least by his standards, until he was 20 years old. One fateful day, Gug had wandered off into the wilderness while chasing a gecko he wanted to eat. While he was away, raiders attacked his village, killing or enslaving the villagers. 2 days later, after contemplating chewing on a rock he found and deciding to save it for later, Gug returned to town. Everyone was laying on the ground leaking red water. Even one as feebleminded as Gug understood that they were all dead. Not knowing who did it, or where they had gone, Gug left.

For a month, he wandered north until he was found by a caravan. They gave him food and water and took him to a town. Gug had never seen a place like this. For 3 days, he stared in amazement at a brick wall uttering the phraze "So pretty" to himself. Eventually, the postmaster at the local Mojave Express came over to Gug and offered him caps to take a package to the strip in Vegas, if only to get him away from his business and out of the street. After convincing Gug the caps and package weren't food and preventing him from eating them, the post Master told Gug to follow the big lights to the big city and to take the package to the big white pointy thing building. It took Gug an hour or so to process the postmaster's orders before setting out on his job.

Just outside Good Springs, Benny and the Great Khans were lying in wait for Gug. When they saw him, they attacked. Unfortunately, it took several blows to the head with a shovel to even faze Gug, who merely looked at them in confusion. Eventually, Gug became tired and went to sleep, leaving Benny and the Khans dumbfounded. He had taken a 5 man beat down and didnt even flinch. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, they tied him up and dragged him over to the graveyard.

When Gug awoke, he found himself tied up. Reacting like any creature of instinct, Gug began to thrash about, yelling incoherently. It was then that he saw Benny holding the package he was to deliver. "Give thing back!", shouted Gug. Although Benny spoke, Gug did not hear him. All he cared about was getting free, getting back the package, and smashing the man in the strange suit for taking it and tieing him up. Benny shot Gug in the head, but Gug continued to thrash about in a rage. "How the hell did he survive that?!", exclaimed on the of Khans. It took 2 more rounds to put Gug down. When the raging tribal finally stopped moving, the Khans rolled him into the grave and buried him.

A few days later, Gug found himself in a strange bed in a strange place with a strange man sitting next to him. The man identified himself as Doc Mitchell. However, Gug could care less. All he remembered was the man in the strange suit shooting him. Gug stood up out of bed and began to walk out. Before he could the Doc stopped him. Doc Mitchell was amazed at how quickly Gug was about to get up and move around after such severe head injuries. Taking Gug over to the Vito Matic machine, Doc Mitchel told him to test his strength on the machine. Gug responded by ripping the handle off of the machine and handing it to the Doc. Doc Mitchell was astounded by Gug's strength.

Next, to test Gug's mental acuity, he held up three fingers and asked how many were up. Gug stared at the Doc's hand for a moment then answered. "Bacon", he said. The Doc looked at his hand then back at Gug. "Well, son, I guess that answers how you survived. There was nothing in there to damage in the first place", he said. Gug responded by picking up some surgical tubing off of the floor and chewing on it.

With there being nothing else he could do for Gug, the Doc gave him his old vault jump suit, a pip-boy, and some supplies then led Gug to the door. As Gug left, the Doc couldnt help but wonder what adventures awaited this odd young man. Would he find what he was looking for? Would he go on to have grand adventures? Would he meet with a destiny that could change the world? However, the Doc's wonderings were soon interrupted by the sounds of muffeled yelling and metal being struck. He looked around to see Gug with his head stuck in a mailbox, punching it and shouting as he struggled to get free. It was at this point that the Doc let out a sigh of disappointment.

"Would'a been better off leaving him with the bullets in his brain", he thought as he went back into his house......

Lime was Born in vault 101, his mother sufferd from radiation sickness, and as a result, his son was born with dark blue hair, and is healed by radiation. You could say he is a rad child. After his mother dying when Lime was 4, and only his father to take care of him. After he saw a teenager around the same age as him escape Vault 101, he was inspired to escape aswell. He had very carefully studied the science and rules of the Vault 101 access points, and hacked into most of the terminals to decrypt codes and passwords opening the vault door. After escaping he sought the Mojave Desert, Where his mother and father grew up 30 years before the bombs dropped. (they had gotten to Vault 101 by plane just when they had found out that Limes mother was pregnant) And when he had arrived there by building a small mortar-bike like vehicle , he was exhausted completely. He had taken up a job as a courier and was then given the platinum chip. Then you know the story from there. However, Him and mr.House had become VERY good friends, and Lime was given 5 securitrons of his own. One day, his Father had also escaped Vault 101! His Father was a former enemy of Mr.House and Limes Father went to the ante chamber, and opend Mr.Houses casket, exposing him to Germs, and Mr.House was disabled. In deep depression that the only friend he had left in the wastes died by his only living family member, he went into a deep rage, avenging Mr.House and killing his father. A Month later he had found a note printed from mr.houses computer screen. On it read "A Tragedy has fallen before all of man-kind. To Lime, the late Mr.House has left New Vegas. -Viktor and the Securitrons" And so now, Lime spends the rest of his life in New Vegas. In the Presidential Suite in the Lucky 38 which he had re-opend in memory of Mr.House. All the money earned from the Casino went DIRECTLY to Vegas and repairing it to what it was Before. After all, its was Mr.House would have wanted............right?

I was born. I became a courier. Then I got shot. Now I decide the fate of the Sierra Madre and New Vegas..I think I'll decide the fate of the burned man. Not too mention I lit Caesar on fire.

Erm a small nitpick but you said his parents had him soon after they went into vault 101 right? Wouldn't that make your parents and yourself over 200 years old or did I severely misread that? :confused:

My player was a Courier delivering a mysterious package to the Vegas strip. During the delivery, he was captured by an unknown man in a checkered coat, accompanied by a band of raiders. After taking the package from the Courier, the man in the checkered coat put a couple of bullets in my character's head and disappeared.

Oh, wait a minute...

Lol nice backstory but i think it sounds familiar.

MY GOD THE ORIGINALITY! :drool:

The Unknown Courier was a survivor from the Capital Wasteland as well. He was a veteran of the War against the Enclave.

From the Enclave side.

Having grown up in Raven Rock, the Unknown Courier watched the Lone Wanderer and the Brotherhood of Steel massacre his entire entire family by blowing up all of the civilian barracks at Raven Rock before slaughtering the entire population of Adams Air Force Base. Being nothing more than a common (if highly intelligent) technician and Vertibird mechanic with some basic training, the Unknown Courier wandered into the desert with the full intent of dying. Somehow, he ended up joining up with some Wastelanders managing a caravan from the Midwest.

Leaving behind the memories of his dead brother, sister, and parents; the Unknown Courier still nursed an overpowering hatred for the Brotherhood of Steel and the seemingly superhuman Lone Wanderer who exterminated his family. Ironically, being taking a job as a Courier proved to be good for him as his experiences traveling taught him that much of what he learned in the Enclave was false and erroneous. It also toughened him up considerably as travel across the Wasteland was brutal business.

Taking two bullets in the head from Benny, one ricocheted off a metal plate from a surgery in the past (the Enclave having better facilities than most of the Wasteland) while the other buried itself in the area of his brain related to conscience and the ability to feel pain. Dug out of his grave, the Unknown Courier found himself ready and willing to kill anyone who stood in the way of him and vengeance yet also able to take the kind of wounds no normal man could survive the pain of. Later, cybernetics and an adamantine skeleton implanted in him by the Followers of Apocalypse made him damn near indestructible.

Yet, the Unknown Courier was not a monster despite leaving a two hundred or more corpses behind him. Whereas he had no problem killing and ruthlessly gunned down Benny, he also protected the weak whenever possible as a way to differentiate himself from the monstrous Lone Wanderer who he vowed he'd eventually have a showdown with.

His relationship with the Brotherhood of Steel also became complex when he developed a kid-sister complex with Veronica, the girl filling the void he lost with his family.

Edit: Of course, he was the Unknown Courier because as a survivor of the Enclave he was VERY reluctant to give his name - forcing Mister New Vegas to play down his actions in news reports.

Wow, thanks guys for adding some more stories! I've been away from here playing non Bethesda games but with Honest Hearts out I might have to pick up a few threads I had started, way to go guys! :tops:

Gotta sleep some time, or maybe someone was paid to spike your drink with something to knock you out :shrug:

reckon you could do a pretty good clint eastwood character.got all the guns perks and clothing to make it authentic cowboy.plus you could use 44 magnum and a suit and switch to dirty harry

Surtur wasn't always a skilled wasteland adventurer, seeking out the arcane secrets of the bygone Pre-War era to help revive humanity. He began humbly as a research assistant in OSI with a name he no longer remembers or identifies with, and was eventually given the chance to work on an irrigation project on the frontier alongside the NCR military's Engineering Corps. Though not a soldier himself, the troopers and engineers were his only company, and they would often pass the time practicing marksmanship. Some of the troopers grunted that Surtur's laser pistol gave him an unfair advantage, but they never bet more than a few dollars on their games of skill, anyway. All in good fun. Things seemed to be going well, until raiders attacked the settlement at night, catching the bored soldiers by surprise. Panicked, and without his pistol, Surtur hastily modified one of the chemical sprayers for the crops into a flamethrower. His manic defense not only incinerated the Jackals, but burned the town to the ground, and he himself was consumed in the flames.

He awoke sometime later, unsure of who he was and not knowing where he got the burns dotting his body. All he possessed was the improvised flamer and the tattered, scorched remains of his old clothes. He wandered aimlessly in the wrong direction, having forgotten his nation lie West, until he saw his reflection in a Pre-War fire station's broken window. The burns were relatively minor, but something about them revolted him, and he covered his face in one of the masked helmets contained within. The disgust passed, and he continued on his pitiful journey East. Eventually, after miles and miles of empty desert, he spotted a brahmin caravan in the distance under attack by raiders. Surtur flew into a rage he had never felt before and burned the raiders alive. This time, however, he had genuinely saved people under his care, and they guided him to nearby Primm and gave him some caps to buy food in exchange for his continued protection along the road.

The money was quickly spent, however, and Surtur found himself with little fuel left in his makeshift weapon to earn any more funds. Johnson Nash and his wife had been the ones to sell him his food, and were happy to offer the wayward vagabond a courier job when he asked. When asked his name, the young man wasn't sure what to say. The caravaneers had asked him as well, and he had no answer then, either. He tried to remember something, anything. He looked around the elderly couple's humble store, seeking answers about his past in their present, and spied the broken eyebot resting on the counter. It reminded him of a helmet, and then armor, and then the books he had read, tales of mighty warriors and powerful gods of ancient times that fought gruesome creatures. In Norse mythology, Surtur was the chief of the fire giants, whose purpose was to cleanse the world in fire so it could be made anew. It resonated with a certain gravity that pulled him toward it like a planet drawn inexorably toward a star. "Call me Surtur," he intoned.

His first job did not go particularly well.

"Just do it already," urged a voice that rang like a dinner bell next to Surtur's ear as he groggily returned to consciousness. Another voice then quipped in reply, with a much more nasal accent.
"Hey. Maybe Khans kill people without lookin' 'em in the eye, but I ain't a fink. Dig?"
Surtur looked up to see a well-dressed man flanked by thugs, all staring at him. He reached for a weapon, but the cords around his hands quickly introduced themselves and put a stop to that notion. Terror flooded him as the clean-cut man drew a custom, polished sidearm from his checkered jacket.
"Time to cash out," he declared, and then leveled the pistol at Surtur's forehead. "Tough break, pal. To you, this must seem like an eighteen karat run of bad luck. Truth is...game was rigged from the start."
The first shot was thunderous, and its terrifying impact shook Surtur's whole body and darkened the world. The second shot went unnoticed as he lie bleeding.

Surtur awoke from a long, cold sleep for the second time in as many months with a start. A gloved hand went to his chest and a droning, distant, but reassuring voice bade him to take it easy. He obliged, if only because his dizziness and nausea gave him no other recourse.
"Can you tell me your name," the young man was finally able to clearly hear. He thought of it for no longer than an instant before he recalled only one thing, and replied.
"Surtur."

(Like some of the others in the thread, my character's abilities were pretty thoroughly diminished by trauma. Surtur's been "out a couple o' days now" not once, but twice, which is how we was gimped to the narrative equivalent of "level 1.")

Liza's had enough of men, she said she won't get burned again. Then she took a job to deliver a platinum chip..... what a kick in the head. She used to like men, she really did. In the wasteland however, chivalry is truly dead and irradiated. So she learned to be the predator and not the prey. She didn't lose her morals, just her inhibitions.

All she remembered when she woke up at Doc Mitchell's was a guy in a bad suit with a gun. Another man who took advantage. Her last man did that, He was her last man ever for a reason. This Benny guy was going to end up in the same world of hurt. So she left the Doc with a Vault suit and a Pip Boy 3000 to find the guy who shot her. She also had a straight razor meant just for him. She'd used it before after all.

As she walked out into the hot desert sun she couldn't help but wonder what old Louise would think of the mess she got herself into. Louise led to all this after all. She'd taught Liza the ways of a predator.

Dominic was running with a small time gang up in New Reno until some stuff went down and he had to leave. Thought the Mojave would be a good place to lay low so he took up a job as a courier.

Not a long background but good enough for me plus it makes sense now when I talk to that singer in Novac who sang in New Reno. Also fun fact my name is Dominic and I live in NV so thought it be fun to name my character that :goodjob:

Before he was a courier, he was a caravan guard. He failed to protect his employer and failed to save his colleagues during a raider ambush. He then decided a 'solo' job was best (can't get your friends killed that way) and took up work as a courier. Then he got shot in the head.

Having spent so much time fending off raiders and wandering the land, he's become (by necessity) a crack shot and experienced survivalist. And having spent so much time in the company of merchants, he knows a few negotiating tricks of his own.

He's got a hard-on for killing raiders, junkies, and other n'er-do-wells. He also doesn't take kindly to pushy old men who operate from behind a screen of electronics (so, yeah, he hates Mr. House).

Kaylen is a former NCR ranger whose lover, another female ranger (she's bisixual), was killed by Caesar's Legion during the first battle of Hoover Dam. She the left when she was denied leave to go to the memorial services and ended up becoming a courier. it was then that she became caught by benny and shot in the head. she also lost her younger sister, who was an NCR trooper in a legion ambush shortly after she resigned from the military.

His name was Harley. Mitch Harley. He lived on the Outskirts of Vault 39, praying that each and every day of his passing moments would cease from haunting him. He can still hear the screams of the little boy in The Old Mormon Fort that he [censored] over and over. One day, he had enough. He decided to redeem himself for his sins by reducing the Great Khans and Caesar's Legion to a pile of ash. Perhaps then, the Overseer's would forgive him.

"It's time to get going... I have to find a way to make myself worthy for the Great Beyond."

As Mitch ventures off, he runs across a Super Mutant Brute.

"Back away! Don't make me waste a life not worth wasting!"

The Super Mutant Brute Charges. Mitch has no choice. Mitch shoots the Brute twice in the head, and three times in the chest. Dead.

"I would really not like to sin anymore... but these wounds. Arrrgh!" Mitch Coughs. "These wounds are too serious, i must loot what little resources i can to stay alive!" On the corpse of the Brute was a single Sunset Sarsaparilla, and 2 pieces of Radroach meat. Mitch manages to stomach the Radroach meat, puking up a few chunks. As he picks up the puke and eats it, a thought occurs: "I wonder how that boy is doi-" "AAAAAAARRggh!!" Mitch tries his hardest to resist the sixual urges he faces, finishes the food, and continues. Along his way, he meets a woman.


"Hello, what are you doing out here?" Says Mitch. "I was just out to fetch some Gecko Meat for our family when this Crazdor stung me!". Mitch checks his Bag, unfortunately, he has no Anti-Venom. "I'm sorry miss, but i have no medicine to assist you!". "That's ok", said the Attractive Woman. "My whole family is dying anyways, it's been a slow process for a poor environment". With her final breath, The Woman pulls a necklace out of her pants, and hands it to Mitch. The Necklace is imbued with Nuka-Cola Quantum Glow, and a Gold Lining. The necklace also has words inscribed onto it. "I am the Alpha and Omega. The Beginning and the End. I will give unto him that is athirst from the water of the fountain of life freely." Mitch is surprised, but disappointed that she passed. Mitch makes a proper burial for the woman, and continues...

END OF CHAPTER 1

As Mitch Harley continues, he comes across a burning town by the name of "Nipton". As he passes through, he notices a familiar face. It's his brother!

"Brother! NO! What have these men done to you?!". Mitch's brother coughs up blood, but manages to speak only a little... "I..I'm sorry brother... I didn't win... the.. Lottery..!". As Mitch's brother slips into Unconsiousness, the General of the Army of Caesar approaches. Mitch back away as if being threatened.

"You [censored]-face! How could you kill my brother?! I thought you two had a truce!". As The General rubs the sweat off of his forehead, he proclaims: "We didn't see eye to eye. He agreed to live in our town, under our rules. We explained everything to him.... but-". "But What?!" Mitch Interrupts.

"The Lottery". The General Says. "You see, every month, we hold a special Lottery. Four people will be selected at random. Three of them will recieve a False Lottery Ticket. Only one will recieve the legitmate one. The loser will be tortured, the winner will be freed." Mitch Yells in anger. "You Bastard! Why the hell did you hide this from someone of my own blood?!". The General grows impatient. "He simply chose to live here. In which case, he chose his own fate." Mitch charges at the General. "AAAARGH!!"

As Mitch charges, The General side-swipes him and knocks him out cold. "You're coming with me now, petty vault-dweller!" The General and his men then drag the Unconsious body of Mitch over the hills. Where HE awaits. Meanwhile, Mitch's brother slips back into consiousness. "ugghh... what.. the hell..?". As Mitch's Brother clenches the gash at his chest, he yells out one last time, hoping his brother hears him: "YOU.. CAN DO IT MITCH! HIS WEAKNESS IS IN HIS.... uugh..!" As the words flow out of his mouth, the cut grows deeper, and Mitch's brother passes away.

Meanwhile, at Caesar's Legion Camp, Mitch slips back into consiousness. "ow.. where the [censored] am i?" Mitch looks around. He sees the shady figure of The General, a dog, and an Old Man sitting in front of him. "Who are you?! Where the hell am i?!" Mitch grows impatient of asking.

"SHUTUP!" Yells The General. "Easy now, General, i must not remind you of your position?" "N-No sir!". The General grows nervous and walks away from the shady Old Man. The Old Man walks towards Mitch. "Hello my child, I see my petty forces have failed to finish what they started!". At that point, The Shady Old Man throws a secret dagger towards the General, stabbing him in between his eyes!

"You see, General, i do not tolerate failure that easily." The Old Man rips the Insignia of Caesar's Legion off of The General's Vest. "Now that that's taken care of. It's your turn." As the Old Shady Man looms closer, it is none other than Lord Caesar!


END OF CHAPTER 2

Lord Caesar charges at Mitch! Mitch manages to untie himself just in time and counter-attacks! "You cannot defeat me, Lord Caesar! The Gods are on my side!" This enrages Lord Caesar! "Fool! Know your place! Step down and your death will be quick and painless!" Caesar swipes at Mitch with his Dagger. Mitch punches Caesar once in the gut and twice in the face. Lord Caesar starts to feel woozy.

"uggouuhghh.." Mitch throws another punch. "owww! yurrgghh..! Stop that!" "Never!" Says Mitch. "You and your men killed my brother! I will not show any mercy!" Caesar runs and calls upon his Attack Dog. The Attack Dog bites Mitch in the arm, ripping a chunk of muscle and flesh out. The pain is unbearable. "AAAAuugh!!!" As Mitch clenches his arm, Caesar stabs Mitch in the gut. "AAuuouugh...!!" Caesar starts laughing. "Hahahah! No one will defy me boy!" Caesar rips the statue of a spear off of its pedestal and rushes Mitch with it. As he is about to impact, Mitch counter-attacks! Mitch grabs hold of the spear, and turns it back towards him. "Wh-What are you doing with that, kid?!" Mitch gets woozy. "I'm going to finish what i should've ended 5 years ago!" Mitch uppercuts the spear into Caesar's Neck. As Caesar draws his final breath, he yells out: "T-TRAITOR...!". Caesar keels over and dies...

"It's finally over..." Mitch says, as he clutches his gut. At that moment, the Golden Necklace around Mitch's neck gives out a radiant glow! "What the hell..?!" As the glow flickers, a zap of lightning comes down, and a mysterious figure hides behind it! "Who are ..you?! What's going on here?!" Mitch Says. The Shady character moves forward and introduces himself.

"Hey there, my name is Peter! I'm a vault-dweller just like you, although i come from Vault 101." Mitch is shocked. "Vault 101?! That Vault is up in D.C!" Peter Laughs: "Yea i know. Truth be told, i came from a spaceship. On that spaceship was a strange necklace, it had a Nuka-Cola Quantum glow with Silver Lining, and it teleported me here!" Mitch is shocked once again. "Wow... I wish i could adventure out like that, but i've been stabbed and bitten. This pain is almost unbearable!..." Peter comes closer. "Here, let me take a look!" Peter walks up, shoots Mitch in the face, and kills him! What a surprise! "I know all about that boy you [censored] in the Old Mormon Fort. I'm here to claim Retribution for what you did to him. Goodbye Mitch, may the gods have mercy on your soul..." With that, Peter makes his way to an abandoned Mini-Nuke Factory... "Hah.. This will make some damage..."

Peter takes what he can and makes his way to New Vegas. All that i can remember after that, from our vault, was looking down and seeing what appeared to be a giant Nuclear bomb destroy New Vegas. I'm sure that Peter survived, because i still hear rumours of it. Although i do know, my cousin, Mitch, will take his place in the Great Beyond. I know they forgive him, and so do i. After all...

...I AM Mitch's Cousin...


END OF STORY. THANKS FOR READING!

Times in California had grown dull. With the NCR's power assured it was merely a matter of policing now, and she hated the drudgery.

Thus, even though she was a Veteran Ranger, she decided to give up her easy life in California to strike out in the Mojave Wasteland. She reinvented herself, getting a job with the Mojave Express as a simple courier, walking the desert as she pleased, until that fateful day...

"From where you're kneeling, must seem like an 18 karat run of bad luck, but the truth is... The game was rigged from the start."

After she had awoke in Goodsprings she had realized something. The world still needed defenders. People like Sunny Smiles, Easy Pete, and Ringo, they could only do so much. She hadn't forgotten her training, even with a varmint rifle she could defend a town nearly all by herself from a gang of thugs. It was thus she realized that the way of the Ranger was indeed her calling after all. But first she had a duty, she never abandoned a task given her, and she'd never let the man who shot her try and get away with almost killing a Veteran Ranger. She returned to the memorial where she had buried a box... and her past life. Ammunition, some spare caps, and the gear so recognizable that she needed to abandon it to blend in. Discarding the jumpsuit provided by Doc Mitchell she donned the distinctive riot armor, duster, jeans, and helmet, and strapped on the holster to her trusty Sequoia. Finally back in her familiar outfit, she muttered to herself "Time to go to work." and set off down the road, determined to exact revenge and complete her delivery.